By: Roger Whittaker & R.A. Webster 1975
| D7 | G | D7 | Am7 | G | D7 |
| There's a | ship lies rigged and | ready | in the har | bour | |
| G | G7 | C |
To | morrow for old | England she | sails |
| Am | C | C/B | Am | Am7 |
Far | away from your | land of | endless | sunshine | |
| Am | Am+7 | Am7 | Am7/G | D7 |
To my | land | full of | rainy | skies and | gales |
| G | D7 | G | D7 |
And | I shall be a | board that ship to | morrow | |
| G | G7 | C |
Though my | heart is full of | tears at this fare | well |
| Am | D | G | Em | Am | D7 |
| For | you are | beauti | ful, and I | have loved you | dearly |
| Am | D7 | G | Em | Am |
More | dearly than the | spoken word can | tell | | |
| D | G | Em | Am | D7 |
For | you are | beauti | ful, I | have loved you | dearly |
| Am | D7 | G |
More | dearly than the | spoken word can | tell |
| D7 | G | D7 | Am7 | G | D7 |
| I've | heard there's a | wicked | war a | blazing | |
| G | G7 | C |
And the | taste of war I | know so very | well |
| Am | C | C/B | Am | Am7 |
Even | now I see the | foreign | flag a | raising | |
| Am | Am+7 | Am7 | Am7/G | D7 |
Their | guns on | fire as | we sail | into | hell |
| G | D7 | Am7 | G | D7 |
I | have no fear of | death, it | brings no | sorrow | |
| G | G7 | C |
But how | bitter will | be this last fare | well |
| D7 | G | D7 | Am7 | G | D7 |
| Though | death and darkness | gather | all a | bout me | |
| G | G7 | C |
My | ship be torn | apart upon the | sea |
| Am | C | C/B | Am | Am7 |
I shall | smell again the | fragrance | of these | islands | |
| Am | Am+7 | Am7 | Am7/G | D7 |
And the | heaving | waves that | brought me | once to | thee |
| G | D7 | Am7 | G | D7 |
And | should I return safe | home | again to | England | |
| G | G7 | C |
I shall | watch the English | mist roll through the | dell |
Created 2010 Sept 11 17:50
This is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the song.
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